“Julie? That’s just not her background. She came from accrual world. She’s in accruals.”
Really? Nobody calls this out? These are the same people not appreciating the puns right in front of them. Literally. A cruel world.
Maybe she should visit like a pound or something. Do we call them this now? she wondered. Oh, you mean the Humane Society? Or like a shelter? suggested IL, a little snidely. She shook her head. Pound Puppies. That’s where they come from. The Eighties. Like me.
Anyway, much easier to get a dog than a baby. Well. Debatable, actually. At least preferable at this point in her life. Especially without a significant other, maybe a little tricky. Or not? She didn’t want to think about it, really. Questionable arrangements all around.
A friend who’d recently posted to celebrate his family’s new baby had joked about the success of the post: “We just had him for the likes.” When pressed, he admitted (also jokingly, presumably), “He’s not even real. We just wanted the attention.” Offered as a suggestion, it was entertaining. If heard by his wife, it might not have been as funny.
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